Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Austria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kerrie Biddell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Cybotron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Duran Duran,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
OOIOO,
Mad Mike,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Flag,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erasure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Sneak,
Model 500,
Magma,
Marvin Gaye,
ABBA,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül,
Sugar Minott,
Index,
DNA,
Spandau Ballet,
Lyres,
Public Enemy,
Pharoah Sanders,
June Days,
Cabaret Voltaire,
10cc,
Mo-Dettes,
Marmalade,
Flipper,
Masters at Work,
Jimmy McGriff,
One Last Wish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Invisible,
Scrapy,
Godley & Creme,
Clear Light,
Wasted Youth,
Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Half Japanese,
B.T. Express,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aaron Thompson,
The Modern Lovers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxy Music,
The Toasters,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Machine,
Tom Boy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.